Gone are the days

The other day when I was just walking in the corridors of my college I saw a notice "College reopens on 9th July for all ODD semesters". First thought that came in my mind was "WHO CARES...!!!!". This usually wouldn't have happened. I would have calculated days between the reopening of college and last paper. But this time no such worries, no more lectures, no more assignments, no more submissions. Its over!!!

4 years have passed. I still remember the admission day. I was standing in the college corridor when someone directed us to sit inside a class. My dad was accompanying me. Well I got into Don Bosco Institute of Technology. I had migrated from even worse college, hence was happy with it.

We were amongst the late admits, so were dumped in FE-A. New friends from various parts of Mumbai and various colleges. It was obviously first time in professional course, was pretty excited about it. Started making friends there. Jigar was one of the old friend from khalsas. Then slowly I started getting close to others. A small group was formed of peers. We are dam close. Even if there is any activity with any of us, the news would spread to full group in no time. In the right back corner of the class we would have nice time doing mech, BEE, drawing, AS and usual masti of singing songs, eating tiffins. Sagar's chingari song would usually keep us awake. It was fun with all my friends jumping and dancing Su/- to whom I can irritate even by sitting in around her and practically doing nothing, drawing watches on strong niuu's hand, my partner sis shazz for supporting in anti-su club, fatty sri punching bag, Buchi she cracks sad joke the world laughed but i would irritate her by not laughing!hehehe.. batlya vineet (i started calling him this, when i saw ppl with more height than he has), invisible and black man Mr. Matku Rohan well he is now invincible, flirty pin-2 would always toggle between R-S like flip-flop, the leader and the planner Jizzy, Jargon King Shaggy with his Radar Eyes, and last but not the least lazy and bhukad Bhavi Jones.

Workshop was a kind of headache. Lot of physical work. Working physically and me just don't go together. Practicals were pretty fine. It was nothing but another place to hang out in DBIT. Since in those days we wouldn't bunk much, as it was BAN. Bunking use to be adventurous. Going behind the trees and hiding, canteen, secrete place on the third floor which was undiscovered by many were our common places. Getting unnoticed was our mission while bunking. But I remember mech trios use to catch my class people many a times. I was lucky to escape all the time.

Talking about the bunking it reminds me with one incidence of Floyd Pinto. We all forced him to bunk and meet behind "the tree" of the ground which currently has volley ball court in it. But somehow we all budged and sat for the lecture. He was uninformed and also was unaware of watchman taking the round at 11:15. Poor chap was threatened to visit principals office later.

Studying in college had become trend right since first year. Jigar and myself would study all theory subject. Video Conferencing and studying of mech and maths was another attraction. It saved time. Sem 2 many people started coming to study in the college. Drawing was a common subject. It was boring to me as I never liked drawing. Then after I continued coming in the college for studying. Sometimes in library sometimes in class. Advantages were no entertainment, many books available, Profs who would help sometimes, and friends who would share same doubts with you. Thanks to Rucha who gave me maximum support while studying as we would study many a times together in almost all semester. In 8th sem many from BE comps started group studying. Even this was fun. Sri, Shetty, Saurin SA, "THE LOIS", ashok, joan, anu, rucha, Clarissa and ME had formed college study group. Scratching brains to figure out things, learning stuff, lunch, tea and Diamonds were our favorite activities.

Each semester had new subjects, new books, new teachers and same old trend of assignments, test, submissions, journal completion. To beat this we would always organize trips and picnics to refresh ourselves. First year we started with Essel World. We did not know each other then. But it was beigning. Then Matheran, Mahableshwar, Sajan Natures Club, Goa, Saralgaon's Visawa Resort and last but not the least Sandy's Green Paradise.

We had some of the wonderful experiences in these picnics. Travelling, treking(be it in forest, night or plain road), hill climbing, bargaining(we had gujju gang Jigar and Sagar...and ofcourse 20 bucks bargainer Mr.Bhavi Jones alais Bhavesh), police fights, cycling, swimming, dancing, et al. Out of all I really can't forget the food we had in both Matheran Trip. The worst was in GOA. Ofcourse its land of non-veg.
These trips would be during holidays. But when it comes to spending time just when everyone is bored or someone's bday. Then we would explore all restaurants and theaters in Mumbai. Right from Manjunath near our college to Nebula, 5 Spice, Garnish, Bhagat Tara Chand, Urban Tadka, Poptates, Dynastys, Sheetal Arch et al. As far as Birthdays, giving suprises to all our friends going out for dinner or bowling, or anywhere else to hang out would always be fun and refreshing.

Lectures in DBIT were fun sometimes. Especially when there were lecturers like Mungi, Kurusu, Deshmukh, Nasir, Amiya. This is because we could do our fun. Nilakshi with lot of attitude would always waste time in planing things and revealing her strategies. But would always fail to implement them. Data Cable did not survive more than 2 lectures in our class. We all guys entered half an hour late after playing foot ball in Deshmukh’s lecture. Nasir would teach walls and that was a boon for us to do our jobs. Eating tiffins during lectures was one another best part of this life. Mayur, Sagar, Bhavesh and I were the dabba chors. We would ditch each other and steal each others tiffin. Least time once we took to finish someone’s tiffin was 10 seconds. It was one of the fastest times on record.

But now gone are those days. Everyone would split apart. They would go on their respective paths to reach their destiny. Life would be different and so will be the places. Though the thought of “WHO CARES...!!” came in my mind still a feeling of melancholy shocks through my body that life won’t be the same. Responsibilities will mount. We would land in the mean world of competition. The academic competition is any time healthy but who knows what lies ahead.